So here I am at 12:52am on a Satuday/Sunday morning... working on the website, taking notes, making notes, watching some ID channel. I should have been in bed hours ago. I wanted to be in bed hours ago. I can't remember the last time I had a good, full night of rest. I think it has been years?
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I just have so many ideas and things that I want to share. I want everything to be perfect. But life isn't perfect. Things aren't perfect but they can be "perfectly imperfect". I am a mom, wife, sister, daughter, aunt, friend, volunteer, business owner and so much more. It's nuts, it's crazy. It's Life.
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